Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.